One man in a cut field with a gun
One lady thrashing plants on the side of the road with a stick
Two men with radios
One man sitting on a wall looking pensive
Two dogs fighting
Two runners
One man throwing corn seed into a ditch
Two cyclists, both stationary. One at the start, one at the end
Observations, 11am on 15/11/15, Belicena, Granada, Spain
It's been preposterously light
here over the last seven days. A continuum of blue still dons every
crown and seeps through the gaps until it’s halted by something opaque. Such is
the nature of light, and I am once again rudely reminded that every
light casts a shadow. What that shadow is, I am not entirely sure. I suppose it
is just a different state of being. A wall can be in the sun in the morning and
by afternoon not, but it is still a wall. Like a chameleon, it has just temporarily
changed its skin. If there is light, then there are definitely shadows and so where there is light, there is darkness. On
a metaphorical level, my greatest fear is that as I try to step closer into the
light spiritually, someone or something else edges a little closer into the
darkness. Such is the impossible violence of light.
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